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The Weatherman

I know how you are with these things

And you're not gonna stop

I know how you are

Yeah you're an artist

When you tear things apart

Oh

I think it's when your friends

(Don't think that you know)

Twist the knife in your back

And I'm still giving into it

I don't think that you know

I can assure that you don't

And there is nothing that I can say,

To you, To soothe...To you To soothe.

I'm pressing my luck

On the neck of regret

And distress

Cause it's not like it's our favorite thing

Don't you dare forget

Don't you dare forget

That nothing with meaning is easy

It's so easy

To vomit the words

and choke.

Blood

You've never seen a machine

Like this before

Yeah yeah yeah

Whoa whoa whoa ohhoho whoa

I'm pressing my luck

On the neck of regret

And distress

Cause it's not like it's our favorite thing and

Don't you dare

And don't you dare forget

And don't you dare forget

That nothing with meaning is easy easy

You've never seen a machine like this

It devours devours the flowers

The flowers

The flowers are fake

The flowers are fake

The flowers are fake

Yeah yeah yeah

Whoa whoa whoa ohhoho whoa

Cause I'm gone goodbye yeah

Cause I'm gone goodbye yeah